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The White Cliffs

Thom Yorke, Mark Pritchard
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I'm feeling the same cold room Every now and then A face that keeps changing Every now and then Another direction Blowing in the wind Nothing but empty promises Every now and then All over the same four thoughts Every now and then Every now and then Every now and then Every now and then Every now and then What is the purpose? Every now, every now and then I get kind of nervous I want it all to end Don't understand the purpose Every now and then Please don't look but you're drowning This is your punishment A small mind, fears and places A tiny little realm You go out that door that you came in This is your punishment You don't mean what you're saying You don't mean what you say You pay no mind to what you say Pay no mind at all Everything is out of our hands Everything is out of our hands Everything is out of our hands But I don't believe what you're saying That everything is out of our hands We've been over and over the same things But everything is out of our handsEverything is out of our hands now Everything is out of our hands Better get in the boats now When everything is out of our hands It's easier to not look now When everything is out of your hands Everything is out of your hands Everything is out of your hands Blow whistle, blow